Rong Cheng sneered: "The more ruthless a person is, the smarter they are."
"What kind of person is Bao Ye, and what is Jiang Ruan anyway? Just a celebrity, at most a plaything for Bao Ye, nothing to be brought to the table."
"If he were to marry a wife, it would have to be someone of an equal social standing, from the same circle, someone who could support his career."
Li Xin listened, and a sharp pain pierced her heart. So, in Rong Cheng's eyes, all celebrities were not to be taken seriously.
Thinking of herself, she suddenly felt displeased.
Pushing Rong Cheng away, she let out a coquettish hum.
"So, in your heart, am I just an insignificant plaything?"
"Men are indeed no good!"
Despite his sweet talk usually, this is what he really thought.
Seeing her anger, Rong Cheng quickly held her and coaxed: "How could that be? You are my most beloved darling."
"I'm talking about Jiang Ruan. How could she compare to you? Don't be mad, sweetheart."
Li Xin didn't believe him.
